Be it mirrored in one ending ripple
Oh my twirling nymph
Comes a nonce when fear’s myriad petticoats
Fly up one by one
I’ll not look but inadvertently
Beside our hidden stream
Until thy dance be done.
Be it mirrored in one ending ripple
Oh my twirling nymph
Comes a nonce when fear’s myriad petticoats
Fly up one by one
I’ll not look but inadvertently
Beside our hidden stream
Until thy dance be done.